Mild disappointment comes in the form of a brief pout now that his hand is free again. Unlike Donnie, he didn't mind holding hands; it's something his Donnie would also do, anyway, knowing his tolerance of physical touch is on the lower end of the scale. And Raph is Raph, overstepping boundaries at times, but he knows his brother well enough to wait for his cues.
With more space, they can slow down a bit. And Donnie tells him he's not used to being under the ground. "The coast...where you used to be, right?" He asks this as gently as he can, curious about his past living arrangements. "Was it quieter out there? Or did giant ships sail by, like they did on the Hudson?"
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Date: 2025-03-25 08:26 am (UTC)With more space, they can slow down a bit. And Donnie tells him he's not used to being under the ground. "The coast...where you used to be, right?" He asks this as gently as he can, curious about his past living arrangements. "Was it quieter out there? Or did giant ships sail by, like they did on the Hudson?"